Waiter Story Novels & Stories

it was usual and they all knew it by heart. “If my kid were to be as picky as him, they might as well starve to death,” a waiter says, taking out the food for a customer. “Yeah, we all know that because you only eat takeout.. and not to mention you're terrible at cooking” Tristy laughs and the rest join her. “At least I am bad at only cooking, you're bad at the waiting table which is your job,” the waiter snapped. Everyone suddenly stared at him, not sure why he was making the little joke a big deal.

Someone was looking at us or maybe at me, but I wasn’t sure. Our waiter, as I had discovered, kept looking at me. Not the polite, glancing attention of good service, but a fixed, puzzled stare. Every time he approached to refill water or clear a plate, his eyes would dart to my face, then away, a crease forming between his brows. Theo noticed. Theo noticed everything. On the waiter’s third pass, Theo spoke. “Is there an issue?” The man, Luca as his name tag read, flinched. “No, sir. Not at all. My apologies.” He retreated, but the stolen glances continued from his station by the service door. I knew no one in this world. Not as Sera. Unless…

A tall, lanky waiter sauntered out from the kitchen to clear and wipe the table. “You're sure you'll like just lemonade, Lana?” Abel asked me. I nodded, drumming my fingers silently against my thighs. He turned to the waiter. “Get me a cappuccino, and one of those fish rolls over there if they're fresh.” “Yes, they are. Baked just this morning,” the waiter rolled his eyes, his tone clipped, unfriendly. “Get me two, then,” Abel demanded, excusing him with a nod. Slowly, the buzz of conversation picked up again, and I leaned my elbow against the table, supporting my jaw with the heel of my left palm. I wondered how many of them were gossiping about us. The brooding stares told me they were pro

This worked just fine for Schuyler. This evening Schuyler was at a discreet bar, sorry gentlemen's club, where he had visited a handful of times over the years. Ever since he met Olliver, who was now fourteen and growing-up fast, the number of his sexual encounters had reduced drastically. He had taken to visit this club only when it happened to be too much to bear. He ordered posh escorts, who he could have a pleasant time with for just a night. Over the eight years, Schuyler had visited this club maybe somewhere around fifteen times in total. Today was one such day where he was craving some human company. He was sitting on a plush couch in a private booth nursing his whiskey, when a famili

His instinct told him that this was not a case for him, but for Alex. Alex and Liam went inside and approached the waiter. The waiter, with an expression as if he knew they were talking about them, turned and gave them a smile. "Are you looking for me?" Liam walked over to the waiter, his eyes studying his expression. "Do you know about the theft of money here?" he asked inquisitively. The waiter laughed out loud, but there was a hint of mystery in his laugh. "Oh, the theft of money? So you came for that petty theft?"

She looked so adorable In a few minutes, the waiter came over and my face was different. It was that guy from the launch . “My name is Andrew Bolden and I shall be your waiter this evening. May I take your order?” I was taken aback; Tabitha's jaw nearly dropped. He was related to Natasha ? “Excuse me,” I said, setting down my menu and glaring at the waiter watching him shudder with fright. “You don't happen to be related to a certain Natasha Bolden, do you?"

And I didn’t even ask? "I'm the owner, Miss Escareal." "Oh ..." It is not impossible that he acquired properties within those people. "I'm sorry. The agent didn't tell me and I didn't ask. So ... order first?" I called the waiter. "Sorry. I ate my lunch first. I hope it's okay with you," I said formally. "It's fine." Even when the waiter was on the side, his gaze remained on me. If not lan g the waiter laid the menu in front of him he would not look away there. I took the chance to catch my breath. He looks well off now. What is his job? Accountant? In what firm? Or maybe company?

Ael murmured as he took a seat next to Manon. "So are Beth and Tate," I squinted my eyes at them. "Everyone is acting weird," grumbled Manon. A tall waiter with shiny dark hair and an easy-going smile walked over to us. I noticed he and Joe exchanged a slight knowing smile as they eyed each other. Is he the reason Joe loves to come here? Shane glared at the waiter. "Good evening, everyone. I'm your waiter tonight. What can I get you?" "I'll have what you pick for me, Keiji," Joe said. The waiter, Keiji, bit his lip, squinted his eyes, and nodded slowly, thoughtfully.

he said once the waiter left. "I'm the account manager at Murphy's Bar. Glamorous, I know." "Nothing wrong with honest work. I waited tables in college." "Really? Mr. Expensive-Suit used to sling hash?" "Absolutely. Best damn waiter at Denny's, according to my manager." He leaned back in his chair. "What did you want to be when you were a kid?"

The man changed in clothes brought by waiter and let waiter have and wear the one he was wearing. “Don’t reveal yourself easily” the man said to waiter. Waiter smirked. He knew what he was doing could get him in trouble but then that is why he was being paid for and the waiter liked some risks too. “I know Mr. Stan. I can assure you that I am not blowing off your cover any time soon” Waiter told Stan. “That’s my man” Stan cried lightly in excitement and made his exit.